I really felt lousy and sick-ish yesterday and all through then, I had blamed it on the run the previous day. I had gone through the run way too fast and landed up suffering the next day.
What I had only realised as I chatted with my Mom over dinner is that I was also feeling sad; and it had a more decided effect on my well-being yesterday than a tough run. My Mom was telling me about how she had to walk down all 25-stories when the building shook because of the Padang earthquake (felt all the way over here in Singapore, the shock waves having travelled through the island of Sumatra), how her legs were aching from the ordeal and how she felt the second quake today. Over dinner, and as I was listerning to Mom, I suddenly said I felt sad for the people in Samoa, who had just been hit by a tsunami.
Imagine. If the shock waves of an earthquake could travel across the island (more likely a peninsular) of Sumatra, over mountain ranges, what chance would a cluster of small islands have. 9m high waves battered the islands. It was reported that the ground shook, the sea went out 5 minutes later and the tsunami hit. No time to run, no where to run, and no mountain to climb too. I demonstrated the fragility of the islands to my Mom by blowing on a tiny piece of torn paper on the dining table.
The 7k run just concluded cleared my mind, and my heart. I continue to feel sad but it no longer debilitated me to the point I felt lousy and sick-ish. I feel whole again after the run because I some how felt my connection with God return, and knew the fact that He would make everything well again.
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